Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovary - Penn State University Madame Bovary - Penn State University
Madame Bovaryedge on her, and then, like two knives, they scarified him scenes. Heloise in tears, throwing her arms about her husband,implored him to defend her from his parents.with their reflections and observations. It was wrong of himto eat so much.Charles tried to speak up for her. They grew angry and leftWhy did he always offer a glass of something to everyone the house.who came? What obstinacy not to wear flannels! In the spring But “the blow had struck home.” A week after, as she wasit came about that a notary at Ingouville, the holder of the hanging up some washing in her yard, she was seized with awidow Dubuc’s property, one fine day went off, taking with spitting of blood, and the next day, while Charles had hishim all the money in his office. Heloise, it is true, still possessed,besides a share in a boat valued at six thousand francs, God!” gave a sigh and fainted. She was dead! What a surprise!back turned to her drawing the window-curtain, she said, “Oher house in the Rue St. Francois; and yet, with all this fortunethat had been so trumpeted abroad, nothing, excepting found no one downstairs; he went up to the first floor toWhen all was over at the cemetery Charles went home. Heperhaps a little furniture and a few clothes, had appeared in their room; say her dress still hanging at the foot of the alcove;then, leaning against the writing-table, he stayed untilthe household. The matter had to be gone into. The house atDieppe was found to be eaten up with mortgages to its foundations;what she had placed with the notary God only knew, after all!the evening, buried in a sorrowful reverie. She had loved himand her share in the boat did not exceed one thousand crowns.She had lied, the good lady! In his exasperation, MonsieurBovary the elder, smashing a chair on the flags, accused hiswife of having caused misfortune to the son by harnessinghim to such a harridan, whose harness wasn’t worth her hide.They came to Tostes. Explanations followed. There were18
FlaubertChapter Threeeeat one’s heart. But since it is the lot of all of us, one must notgive way altogether, and, because others have died, want toONE MORNING old Rouault brought Charles the money for die too. You must pull yourself together, Monsieur Bovary. Itsetting his leg—seventy-five francs in forty-sou pieces, and a will pass away. Come to see us; my daughter thinks of youturkey. He had heard of his loss, and consoled him as well as now and again, d’ye know, and she says you are forgettinghe could.her. Spring will soon be here. We’ll have some rabbit-shootingin the warrens to amuse you a bit.”“I know what it is,” said he, clapping him on the shoulder;“I’ve been through it. When I lost my dear departed, I went Charles followed his advice. He went back to the Bertaux.into the fields to be quite alone. I fell at the foot of a tree; I He found all as he had left it, that is to say, as it was fivecried; I called on God; I talked nonsense to Him. I wanted to months ago. The pear trees were already in blossom, andbe like the moles that I saw on the branches, their insides Farmer Rouault, on his legs again, came and went, makingswarming with worms, dead, and an end of it. And when I the farm more full of life.thought that there were others at that very moment with their Thinking it his duty to heap the greatest attention uponnice little wives holding them in their embrace, I struck great the doctor because of his sad position, he begged him not toblows on the earth with my stick. I was pretty well mad with take his hat off, spoke to him in an undertone as if he hadnot eating; the very idea of going to a cafe disgusted me— been ill, and even pretended to be angry because nothing ratheryou wouldn’t believe it. Well, quite softly, one day following lighter had been prepared for him than for the others, such asanother, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, a little clotted cream or stewed pears. He told stories. Charlesthis wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed found himself laughing, but the remembrance of his wifeaway, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something alwaysremains at the bottom as one would say—a weight here, brought in; he thought no more aboutsuddenly coming back to him depressed him. Coffee washer.19
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FlaubertChapter Threeeeat one’s heart. But since it is the lot of all of us, one must notgive way altogether, and, because others have died, want toONE MORNING old Rouault brought Charles the money for die too. You must pull yourself together, Monsieur <strong>Bovary</strong>. Itsetting his leg—seventy-five francs in forty-sou pieces, and a will pass away. Come to see us; my daughter thinks of youturkey. He had heard of his loss, and consoled him as well as now and again, d’ye know, and she says you are forgettinghe could.her. Spring will soon be here. We’ll have some rabbit-shootingin the warrens to amuse you a bit.”“I know what it is,” said he, clapping him on the shoulder;“I’ve been through it. When I lost my dear departed, I went Charles followed his advice. He went back to the Bertaux.into the fields to be quite alone. I fell at the foot of a tree; I He found all as he had left it, that is to say, as it was fivecried; I called on God; I talked nonsense to Him. I wanted to months ago. The pear trees were already in blossom, andbe like the moles that I saw on the branches, their insides Farmer Rouault, on his legs again, came and went, makingswarming with worms, dead, and an end of it. And when I the farm more full of life.thought that there were others at that very moment with their Thinking it his duty to heap the greatest attention uponnice little wives holding them in their embrace, I struck great the doctor because of his sad position, he begged him not toblows on the earth with my stick. I was pretty well mad with take his hat off, spoke to him in an undertone as if he hadnot eating; the very idea of going to a cafe disgusted me— been ill, and even pretended to be angry because nothing ratheryou wouldn’t believe it. Well, quite softly, one day following lighter had been prepared for him than for the others, such asanother, a spring on a winter, and an autumn after a summer, a little clotted cream or stewed pears. He told stories. Charlesthis wore away, piece by piece, crumb by crumb; it passed found himself laughing, but the remembrance of his wifeaway, it is gone, I should say it has sunk; for something alwaysremains at the bottom as one would say—a weight here, brought in; he thought no more aboutsuddenly coming back to him depressed him. Coffee washer.19
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